Once upon a time
In a kingdom far away
Lived a prince
With a parrot
That could never say nay

The prince was as fair
And as good and true
That he bore a mirror
On his shiny shoe

The king was old
And not that bright
My true son I am old
you are always right

Our land is no longer
As fair as should be
You must slay the dragon
From across the sea

Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word

The righteous prince
that was always true
Got his sword and his shield
and his shiny shoe

Ride forth into the land
He said to his nobel steed
For the holy truth
And the pious deed

He came across
a crouching man
With a cart full of books
in his nobel lands

Thy be a wizard I say
if mine eye is true
Deceitful words on parchment
carried by thy hans

My lord
who is just and true
This is but litter
to burn for my evening stew

The prince was glad
he did not like books
What have you cooking, he said
he was hungry by the looks

Oh, but lord
I am but a humble serve
But to the princ surprise
He was undeterred

This stew was of such a peculiar making
It had everything a heart could desire
And indeed it was a stew of marbles
That could build an empire

Come ride with me
this is my will as ever before
And the man-wizard
Bowed right down to the floor

Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word

Then it was not long
as you might say
They came upon a man
as pale as the day

In his cart you know
as you might have guessed
portraits of princes and princesses
They were quite underdressed

What heresy is this
As you well understand
the prince exclaimed
I am the only prince of this god given land

My lord with your inspection
This is but lost souls
Traped in their own reflection
They see only themselves

But in time they will only see you
If it be your wish
I will make it true
my just lord and fair prince

The prince was glad
He did not approve of false idols
So he quickly bestowed the man
With lands and titles

Let me put the lords grace
upon the land
And he bid the pale man follow
So to take a stand

Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words

And low and behold
soon again turning mellow
They came to see
this third odd fellow

With a cart full of pumpkin
I care not for this
It has to be great
It has to be spectacular

But the odd man say
My good prince look
This is no pumpkin
thy eyes have mistook

He drew out his wand and
biffe-dee-baffe-dee-boo

A golden carriage
You see
Will take you wherever
you need to be

You need think no more
Just relax your mind, it is so
No tedious decision upon
Where you want to go

I say let's go
beyond the heavens
To a land with red
and fruitful soil

What is this mystical land away
I need a place
To put bad people  
That doesn't understand my greatness, to stay

Dark men
Eating cats and dogs
And obstinate witches with crooked noses
Eating squirrel and frogs

Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words

....Now I am growing tiresome
my children
Your old grandpar say....

Oh now, you say that
the parrot I have forgotten
But mind you there was not only one
No it was not rotten

There was a whole lot
A choir of cockatoo
And as everyone knows
A whole lot mean true

this was indeed pleasing
for our dear prince delight
that he was the best
at every given plight

That all loved him
who was right of mind
Who was good
Not mad nor blind

The feeding
The violence has begun
tearing & ripping
away at our flesh.
carnivorous piece,
after piece …
blood upon their lips
The horror
& muffled insatiable cries,
the screaming
hunger & thirst
carried off/ taken away & gorged
At first recognizable
then indistinguishable
Scattered remains
& the smell of
Rot begins
Our Elder dies.
Psjwebber
(14 Oct 21)

Shakespeare pondered names,
We are all given names at our birth;
Some are well-placed, others unknown and ill-fitted.
We spend our teenage years trying on new names, seeing if they fit, throwing them away when they don’t.
Movie stars and musicians shorten their names; Madonna, Oprah, Prince, Beyonce and Drey.
YouTube celebrities create their fame,
Based on their ordinary life.
We, who watch on, add to the myriad of followers,
Playing into their game, adoring their name.
But have we pondered the power of names, for our good?
When we speak, are we breathing life,
Or simply just air?
How can we grasp the life in words?
How can we live out from our true names?

Hindi inaasahang napadpad ako sa iyong kaharian,
Kung saan ako’y pinagsilbihan at inalagaan,
At sa bawat minuto na nasa piling mo ako,
Tila ba isang panaginip na ayaw kong huminto.

Ngunit mali ‘tong nararamdaman ko,
Sandata ko’y hindi kumpleto,
Hindi ka nga pala handa’t sigurado,
Para ipaglaban yung nararamdaman mo.

Heto ako paulit-ulit na naniniwala,
Pilit pa rin na umaasa,
Na baka bukas kamay ko’y hawak mo na,
Wala ng takot at pangangamba.

Pero kahit ako lang ang lumalaban,
Kathang isip lamang ang “tayo” sa aking isipan,
Hindi man ako yung prinsesa na para sayo,
Mananatili ka sa aking puso, prinsepe ko.

she was a princess
who desired for a sword and horse
not a prince
who could fight her battles
when she got the
crown on her head
and same power